The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

The sounds of beatings, whips, and screams instantly resounded through these prisons.

These landlords and bureaucrats never dreamed that the situation that had already gained the absolute upper hand would turn into such a tragic situation in an instant.

The entire capital instantly erupted in a wave of blood and rain.

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Chapter 1901 Yan Song’s Coffin Can’t Be Pressed 【2】

The salt-bearers of the bureaucratic landlord class were almost uprooted. All the landlord class officials who participated in Shen Yiguan's party, attacked and framed Yan Song, and had trouble with Yan Song's New Deal were almost uprooted and taken away...

These powerful, sympathetic, and party-like landlord bureaucrats have always been the absolute ruling class in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, occupying most of the positions in the officialdom, but in this battle, ~ a wave of vitality was seriously injured .

Shen Yiguan, Wang Yongji, Lin Run and other "Qingliu Zhichens", it is said that when they were executed, they knew that they would not escape, and they wrote poems and poems one after another to express their belief.

If we can kill Yan Song, let's go again, it's worth it!

Hearing Lu Bing and Huang Jin's reply, Jiajing was speechless for a long time.

He caressed Yan Song's coffin, shook his head and sighed: "Yan Aiqing, I killed Shen Yiguan and those people, and uprooted his party feathers, all to avenge you. If you know it, I wonder if you will thank me. ?”

Unexpectedly, at this time, a very sincere voice came from the coffin.

"Of course it will."

"!!!" Jiajing screamed in fright and sat down on the ground.

Paralysis, what's going on?

Fraud?

People around, keep your eyes open.

I saw that the red coffin actually...really...moved such a small gap.

The coffin board actually moved?

"My mother..." The old superstitious Jiajing panicked, scrambling and running backwards, shouting: "Yan Aiqing, I have already killed all the people who framed you. If you arrest me, you should do the same." Rest in peace...the injustice has a head and a debt, so don't come to me for revenge..."

Jiajing was most superstitious about ghosts and gods, so when he saw the coffin move, he immediately thought that Yan Song was dead, and he cheated the corpse to return to the sun to take revenge.

Lu Bing and Huang Jin also turned pale with fright, and shouted in unison: "Mr. Yan Ge, we are all your buddies. Although we couldn't help you when we were alive, we just put Shen Yiguan and those people in the same place. I've turned it over, let me vent my anger on you, but don't look for us..."

Although these people are muttering words, the coffin is still moving away step by step...

A hand stretched out from the coffin!

Jiajing almost rolled his eyes in fright.

"Oh my god, it must be Yan Aiqing who blamed me for not being good enough to him before I was alive, and wanted to pester me. Yan Aiqing, I know I was wrong. If you don't see me in the past, you will chase after me. From now on, I will treat you sincerely..."

"Your majesty, is everything you said true?" A voice came from Yan Song's coffin.

"Hehehe..." Jiajing was so frightened that his teeth chattered, he nodded repeatedly, and his face was even a little flattering: "Of course it's true! A gentleman's words are hard to follow. I can't change my golden words!"

"Then I'm relieved."

In Yan Song's coffin, that hand retracted again.

"Hush..."

Jiajing wiped a cold sweat.

Thanks to how powerful I am, I can even appease the dead who are cheating corpses. It seems that my cultivation skills have improved recently...

Good times are not long.

After a while, the hand in the coffin stretched out again.

"Your majesty, you have promised me that you will allow me to continue publishing [The Wealth of Nations]."

"That's easy to say!" Jiajing patted his chest and said in a trembling voice: "As long as Yan Aiqing wants you, everything is fine. In the future, you will publish as many [The Wealth of Nations] as you have. I will never let anyone stop this book." The book is published!"

The hand that stretched out the coffin retracted again.

Jiajing let out another breath, this is the dead man stretching out his hand in the coffin—death wants money!

As an old superstition, does he dare not agree?

Lu Bing and Huang Jin next to him also apologized and said with smiles: "Your Majesty, you are so kind to Mr. Yan Ge, and you will be very pleased if you know Mr. Yan Ge, hehehe..."

Jiajing laughed dryly.

Why do these words sound so weird?

Unexpectedly, the hand in Yan Song's coffin was stretched out again.

Jiajing was terrified.

What does this mean?

Another sentence floated out of the coffin: "Your Majesty, I have another merciless request. Please forgive me..."

Jiajing was about to cry.

I said Yan Aiqing, can we stop torturing people like this?

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You are dead, and I have killed so many of your political enemies, buried you with you, and put forward so many conditions?